Survival Marley Novels & Stories

The chief maid approved the letter and she bid farewell to Virginia. “Good luck with your life, Marrie.” The maid chief wished. “Thank you very much.” Virginia replied. She found it quite funny sometimes when people called her as Marrie. She would be missing her days as Marrie after she returned back to her original self. Virginia returned back to the coastal village. She met up with the couple who used to take care of her when she stranded. Virginia told the couple that she and the guys were doing well in that mansion. This time, Virginia requested their assistance to escort her to the mansion. There, she believed that Cedric would be so happy to know that Virginia was still alive, thus he

She shut the door behind her, then leaned against it with a tired strength. “Reyes is alive.” The words landed with the force of a blow I hadn’t seen coming. My pulse dropped and my hands become cold for a moment. For a second I couldn’t remember how to breathe. “No,” I whispered. “He..he was dead. You told me..” “We thought so,” Mara said. “But we were wrong. He survived the attack. He’s been laying low, regrouping. He has men still loyal to him, more than we thought.”

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

This is who Love is, someone who thinks about others, someone who tries to make a difference without needing recognition. “That’s a wonderful idea. You’re very thoughtful, Love.” Mom says as she looks at me, catching my eyes as they stare at Love. There’s something in her eyes, a silent question that makes me feel like I’ve been caught in the act, though I’m not even sure what I’ve done. "His name is Marley, and he is trained to help blind people. With his help, Sebastian will be more comfortable walking around not just the house but the outdoors as well."

It was a hidden bunker built into the side of a cliff, a relic from the old pack wars. Jax shoved the heavy iron door open. We stumbled inside. The survivors collapsed on the concrete floor. There were only thirty of us left. Bloodied. Broken. Terrified. Mara rushed over to me. She didn't ask if I was okay. She knew I wasn't. "Sit," she ordered, guiding me to a cot in the corner. I sank down. The relief was instant, but the adrenaline crash was worse. My hands started to shake. "Let me take her," Mara said gently, reaching for Lyra.

I don't know who gave Marlo the idea I was interested in Fernando’s wealth but it was beginning to get on my nerves. “Don’t twist this,” I snapped. “This isn’t about ambition. It’s about survival.” Mortis’s face was pale with anger. “You would leave him to die?” “If it meant keeping the rest of us alive—yes.” “You bastard,” Marlo growled, stepping forward with clenched fists. “I’m just saying what you don’t want to admit!” “You think we’re cowards like you?” Marlo shouted. “You think we leave our own behind because it’s easier?!”

"We don't have a refrigerator. We can only do this to preserve food." Uri memorized everything Finn taught him; survival knowledge like this is essential. Day after day, Clement did not come, making Uri extremely impatient. But the wooden house was the rendezvous point. He did not dare to go anywhere and could only wait patiently. Fortunately, with Finn by his side, life is less tedious and feels safer. On the eighth night, a flashlight glimmered in the woods, approaching the wooden house. Finn was the first to notice footsteps in the distance, nervously pulling Uri out of the house and jumping onto a hidden tree branch.

When you were bedridden like me, you just wished you slept all day so you wouldn’t be able to wake up to a world where your legs didn’t work. A soft knock sounded against the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Come in.” The door slowly opened, revealing Martha pushing a small trolley inside. A warm smile immediately spread across her wrinkled face the moment she noticed I was awake. “Good morning, Miss Heather.” I couldn’t help returning a small smile of my own. “Morning, Martha.” She placed the breakfast tray on the bedside table before walking over to the curtains, pulling them open completely, making the room brighten instantly. “I hope you slept well.”

My clothes were soaked with blood— some theirs, some mine. But I couldn’t stop now. I pushed open the dungeon door and stepped inside, the smell of damp chains filling my nose. And there— chained to the far wall was Mara. Her eyes widened when she saw me. “You… you survived?” “Barely,” I said, walking toward her. “And you’re coming with me?” She scoffed. “I did what I was paid to do. Deliver the blood. That’s it. I’m not risking my neck again.”

He truly believed he had built the perfect survivalist, someone who would do whatever it took to stay breathing. But instead, I died out of love, out of a blind belief in every single one of his lies. His precious survival rules had failed completely. The guests had stopped keeping their voices down. The whispers turned loud, laced with contempt and mockery. "Someone actually died. This changes everything." "What kind of elite education is this? This is outright abuse." "The experiment is terribly designed. They didn't even handle the most basic survival conditions." The bald man spat on the ground and wiped his shoe on the concrete with a look of disgust. "What a waste of an evening. After